Alone in the chaos,
Who can stop,
What's meant to happen,
and what's going to come down,
and to the dust they'll return.
Everyone filled with greed;
Running after fate,
and Faith fights the darkness.
Looking for someone,
who can fill us:
A sinkhole going to consume,
All of them, All the way.
In mending the ways,
Only passing trails,
and up we go.
When everyone is in the sleep,
I know you're there,
watching over,
and we talk our grief.
Someday it'll burst out,
On its own,
and it'll ooze:
Let there be light.
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